After sulking for a few minutes, Lauren collected her teacher's things and left the classroom. She was pretty upset that whatever happened to her and her teacher hadn't been reversed by the end of the school day. But missing out on her date that she had planned with her boyfriend was what really made her mad. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do about it. When Jake saw her, even he believed that she was Ms. Tran. Frustrated and feeling powerless, all she could do was go home and figure out what to do tomorrow. Going home however, meant going to wherever her teacher lived since even her family would probably see her as Ms. Tran as well.
Lauren carried her borrowed possessions down the school hallways as she went out one of the side exits to the teacher parking lot. She honestly didn't know what Ms. Tran's car looked like and relied on using an aftermarket key fob to get her car to beep. A couple rows down, she found Lonna Tran's blue Toyota Prius and got inside. She had her license and knew had to drive well enough if she knew where she was going. To figure out where her teacher lived, Lauren opened her purse and pulled out both her teacher's phone and wallet. What seemed weird but at this point didn't surprise her was that she could unlock her teacher's phone with her fingerprint. She had so many questions about her predicament.
Lonna Tran's apartment wasn't too far away. Using the GPS on her teacher's phone, Lauren easily found it. It took her about 25 minutes to get there and it was early enough in the day where there wasn't any serious traffic on the freeway.
As she climbed the stairs of the tiny apartment complex, she fumbled through her borrowed purse for her teacher's keys. Once she got inside and closed the door, Lauren turned around to get a good look at the place. From an outside view and now from the inside, Lauren could tell that it was a tiny one bedroom apartment. But it looked nice. Lonna Tran had nice looking furniture and kept the place clean.
The first thing she did was take off the awful heels that she wore. Lauren only wore them a couple hours and her feet hurt as if she had been wearing them all day. Walking barefoot over to the kitchen, she sat the purse she was carrying down on the counter and went to raid the refrigerator for something to eat. She was starving and felt as if she hadn't eaten all day despite eating lunch. Lauren was starting to believe that there was much more to all of this swap aside from wearing her teacher's clothes and being seen as her.
After settling on some leftover rice and vegetables in the fridge, Lauren heated them up in the microwave and brought her bowl of food into the living room. It was very impressive to Lauren. The brown leather couch and matching coffee table looked expensive but the giant flat screen TV is what Lauren liked the most. Knowing that it was too early to be considered the evening, Lauren sat down and turned on the television. Not only was the screen huge but her teacher also had all of the premium cable channels that even she didn't get at home. She ate her food while watching her favorite TV show about two sibling vampire hunters. She thought it was ironic that the current episode involved one of the brothers switching bodies with a vampire that they were hunting.
Once she was done eating, Lauren became thirsty. She took her empty bowl back into the kitchen and left it in the sink. Lauren had no plans on doing dishes and was clinging onto the hope that it didn't matter because she would find a way to become herself again tomorrow. Going through the cabinets, Lauren pulled out a glass and went back into the refrigerator before looking back onto the kitchen counters.
"How does she live without anything good to drink?" Lauren asked herself aloud.
The only things to drink inside the refrigerator were a pitcher of water, another pitcher of some brown colored liquid and a small pint of milk that was already opened. Lauren pulled out the pitcher of brown liquid and pulled the lid off to smell it. "I don't know what this is, but it doesn't smell like any juice I've seen." she thought to herself. That's when she noticed there was a bottle of wine on the bottom shelf. Lauren was never much of an alcohol person. She tried a beer once last year at a party and didn't like it but she had tasted wine before and some of them tasted alright.
"What the hell. If I look like Ms. Tran and I'm forced to live her life then I should be able to drink her wine." Lauren said to herself.
Being inexperienced with alcohol, Lauren managed to unplug the cork on the already opened bottle of wine and poured herself a large glass before returning back to the television. She watched a few more shows while sipping her wine until she saw that it was almost 8 o'clock and her teacher hadn't called her. By this point, the wine had began to hit her. Upset that her teacher didn't call like she said she would, Lauren decided to call her number. She dialed her phone and it rang and rang without an answer. On the fourth try, it went straight to voicemail. This infuriated Lauren. Her teacher clearly didn't answer her phone and turned it off so she couldn't keep bugging her.
Feeling tired and tipsy, Lauren sat back on the couch and thought about Jake and how it should be her with him right now and not her crotchety Asian chemistry teacher. Her brooding eventually led her to imagine Jake even making out with her! Lauren tried to counter all of these negative thoughts by imagining herself being with Jake and making out with him instead. But the alcohol in her system amplified things and Lauren began to feel a familiar but different arousal.
She and Jake had been taking their relationship slow but Lauren often fantasized about the day that they would eventually have sex. When she did, it was usually inside her room with the door locked so nobody could barge in. Now she was at someone else's unfamiliar home with an urge that needed to be sated. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or if it was something else about being in her teacher's life, but it didn't feel the same. Her vagina wasn't as sensitive as it usually was but felt much more wet. Her nipples also ached with pleasure and craved to be caressed when she normally ignored them. The urge felt so strong that she began rubbing them through the blouse and bra that she wore.
With an urgent need to release all of this sexual tension inside her, Lauren got up and stumbled into her teacher's bedroom...
